Ren Xiaosu glanced at Zhou Yingxue's wound. "Don't worry, it's not a fatal wound. You won't die within the next three days."
Zhou Yingxue was furious. What did he mean that she wouldn't die within the next three days? "It's not like I only want to live for three days. If I'm dead, who's gonna take care of my mother? She's over 50 and has been diagnosed with cancer! Do you think I chose to become a hired gun for my own sake? I needed to make money to treat her illness!"
When he heard this, Ren Xiaosu went silent for a moment before untying her ropes. He just could not bear to hear such things.
Zhou Yingxue heaved a sigh of relief. She considered herself to have made the right bet this time. Ren Xiaosu was still someone with principles. If he could let her go the previous time, he would do the same this time.